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rhapsodize over (someone or something)

To speak or write about someone or something with extravagant, unbridled enthusiasm. John won't stop rhapsodizing over the book he's reading at the moment. I nearly makes me not want to read it! Janet's previous employers rhapsodized over her in their reference letter, so I'm pretty confident we're making a good decision.
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Farlex Dictionary of Idioms. © 2015 Farlex, Inc, all rights reserved.

rhapsodize over someone or something

to go on and on about the virtues of someone or something. Young Thomas likes to rhapsodize over Francine, his girlfriend. Please do not rhapsodize over this poem anymore.
See also: over, rhapsodize
McGraw-Hill Dictionary of American Idioms and Phrasal Verbs. © 2002 by The McGraw-Hill Companies, Inc.
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It's $2 taco night at Venice Cantina, but Eddie Rojas is rhapsodizing about tequilas that go for $45 a glass.
So that's why I was watching the Terminator-turned-governor rhapsodizing, rather eloquently I thought, about what his coming to America meant.
Revealed is the efflorescence of song as worlds yearn, returned is the rhapsodizing of love as the cold congregation of seasons clusters, huddles together to unveil monuments of memory that spurn sallies of silence other than the silent fold of covers over a body that caresses, that cuddles.
This slim--and very droll--expansion of a guide that originally appeared in Vanity Fair pokes gentle fun at those obsessives given to rhapsodizing about file joys of laserdise over DVD (better resolution on the former, purists sniff) and renting from GreenCine instead of "intolerably mainstream" Netflix.
This was an important argument to make at a time when some critics were pronouncing painting dead while others were just as foolishly rhapsodizing over neo-expressionism as proof of painting's renewed vitality.
There's no point in rhapsodizing over white dress gloves, charm school, or my family's career advice (teacher or nurse).
Some are already rhapsodizing about the significance of the Teamsters' victory to the labor movement, claiming it represents a turning point, a resurgence of labor's power.
Much of it was collected by archivist Patxi Irigoyen in an effort to reconstruct Welles lost version of "Don Quixote," and generous slices of this footage and material for Welles' unproduced "The Sacred Monsters" are sutured into "The Well." We get to see Welles at bullrings rhapsodizing about the sport, bombing around Spain in the back of a luxury car with a tiny Super 8 camera in his hand, and reciting Shylock's key speech from "The Merchant of Venice" for an extempore camera test, among other things.
In the first few pages of Matthew Collings's book It Hurts: New York Art From Warhol to Now, the author absolutely glows with admiration for Andy Warhol, rhapsodizing over Lonesome Cowboys and exalting sweet relief that the artist's early films, once virtually inaccessible, can now be easily rented at Blockbuster.
As we climbed back into the Suburban, the writers in the car began cracking wise about screenplay ideas for the location, and I could imagine Nutley, with a wink and a smile, rhapsodizing about his amazing plot of land to another year's winner.
It's hard to remember, for example, the last time one heard a bistro full of critics rhapsodizing about the health of Norwegian cinema.
On the one hand, cable operators couldn't stop rhapsodizing about the seductive prospect of subscribers' being able to call up thousands of pay-per-view movies at any time of the day or night with the flick of a button on the remote.
Although the drawings were as prim, cryptic, and seemingly adult as the other art in the show had been bouncy, explosive, and seemingly youthful, the artsy clique suddenly came to life, rhapsodizing and gesturing in a way that seemed to flummox their teacher and fellow students.
Prix's obsession with fireworks is too heavily symbolic, and when she's rhapsodizing about this subject in dense flights of lyricism, Corthron loosens her tense grip on the truth of her characters' lives, which are lived not in the cascading light of fireworks but in the red glare that accompanies the sound of sirens.
Busy rhapsodizing over Ralph Lauren's tartan highboy and penning essays about his influence on American life-style, pop-cultural critics have been too caught up in their insular urban worlds to recognize the true genius in our midst.